•FADED• {Jason McCann} - wattys2017

Part 2: trains, pain and falling

Song for this chapter: idk who this is by, I just found it on you tube.

             •Elena's point of view•

Last night, last night I could have killed myself. I logged onto my social media to see what's happening back in Virginia. My notifications blew up on my recent Instagram post.

"Ew, what's with your eyebrows?"
"Your dad isn't dead, he ran away from you because you're ugly."
"Nasty slut"
"why are you still living?"

All of which were commented by people from my school. I took my blade out again last night and I cut near as deep as the hurtful words that people speak to me.

My mum didn't come home last night, in stead she messaged me to let me know she was sleeping over her boyfriends house. Ever since mum met him, he's become her main priority. I'm her 16 year old daughter, I need guidance and love. But my mum just forgets about me, and it hurts me even more.

Second period has finished and it's lunch at school. I sit out the front on the school steps away from everyone. As I take a bite from my sandwich my head gets hit hard.

I look up to see the same girl from yesterday who told me to kill myself for standing near her locker. She hit me across the head with her expensive black hand bag as she walked past. Stupid bitch.

With out warning a tear leaks from me eye and runs down my cheek, that tear is followed by several. And those several are followed by a continuous amount of wet salty tears.

I pack up my lunch and throw it into my school bag. After zipping up my bag I put it on my back and walk out off school. I need to be away from here, I can't keep living like this. I'm going to give them what they all want.

I'm so over everything, I'm over the hurt, the pain. I don't want to live a life where I am bullied. I don't want to live life at all.

I walk and walk until I find myself lost in some type of bush area where a train track is built straight through the bush. As I continue to walk, loud sounds of train wheels hitting the track is heard. Maybe this is the best way to put me out of my misery, maybe this is the best way to stop hurting. It will be painless and fast. As the train comes speeding into view, I take a step onto the track.

This isn't a game of chicken, this is the end of my life. This decision will leave me flat lined. The train comes closer at a rapid speed, my adrenaline to die increases, this is for everyone who told me to kill myself. I close my eyes as I hear the loud sound of the train hitting the tracks and the trains horn loudly being pressed. Maybe, finally, I will meet my dad. As I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, the only thing I can feel is myself falling.

•Jason's point of view•

I take a walk through the growing bush, it's so quiet and peaceful.

Some times when I'm stressed I just walk through here and it calms me. I take the last drag of my cigarette before watching the white toxic smoke fly from my lips.

I throw my smoke bud into the bush and continue with my relaxing walk. As I walk further a small female figure comes into view, I walk further until I see her standing on the railway tracks with an on coming train.

What the hell? at first I'm not sure if I'm imagining things, I do a double take. And run towards the girl who I'm positive I'm not imagining. Just as the train comes speeding closer I run across the tracks and push the girl of the railway. Her and I both falling hard to the ground.

"A-are you okay?" I ask trying to get my breath back, what was she doing on the tracks. Was she stuck, or was she trying to commit suicide.

I've had those thoughts myself, but I've never actually went to do it. I kneel from my laying position and look at the girl who lays dirty and bloody on the floor. My heart races as I check her pulse to make sure she is alive.

"Please, wake up!" I beg as I find her pulse, a small bit of relief disappears as I find it. I check her body for injuries. She has a small wound on her head, which has blood running out of it. With shaking hands I carefully pick up the girl, who seems to be very beautiful.

My house is only a few minutes away I will take her back to my house until she wakes up. I walk with the bruised up girl bridle style to my house. After about a 5 minute walk I walk through the doors to my house, I head straight to my bedroom upstairs and lay her carefully and gently down on my bed.

I walk into my bathroom which is attached to my bedroom, and search the lower cupboards for the first aid kit. Once I find it, I walk back over to the unconscious girl and start to clean up her head wound. After a few minutes of cleaning up her head, I cover her with my blankets and leave the room waiting for her awake.

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